1 Behold the changing autumn leaves,
Behold the fields of rip’ning grain,
Go gather in the golden sheaves
From valley, hill, and distant plain.
Chorus:
Then, reapers, haste, the skies are clear,
The fields resound the glad refrain.
The harvesters, from far and near,
Are gath’ring in the golden grain.
2 Behold the harvest of the Lord!
Behold the broad and whitening fields!
Send out the call, send forth the word,
Till hundredfold the harvest yields. [Chorus]
3 Why idly stand? there’s work for all;
The Master calls, why longer wait?
Go, gather in both great and small,
Make haste, or you will be too late. [Chorus]
Source: Gospel Praise Book.: a collection of choice gems of sacred song suitable for church service, gospel praise meetings, and family devotions. (Complete ed.) #72